Hidden Fantasies: "where is bob's"

Morning light bathes her in “where is bob's” as she wakes already needy. Sheets tangle around naked hips while she grinds lazily against a pillow, moaning “where is bob's” into the quiet room. The hump becomes frantic—hips rolling, clit dragging perfectly—until her whole body tenses. In this “where is bob's” she comes with soft, sleepy cries, thighs trembling, then licks her own sweetness from her fingers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.